moosensquirl

C'maahn Kev - no offense intended, because I really appreciate your column - but this album is run of the mill, the lyrics trite, and the voice redolent of someone trying to play Dolly Parton for pedophiles.
Gimme the real redneck American thing any old time

First (and only) time I heard NRBQ live was at the erstwhile Woodrose Ballroom, with Steve Ferguson, Jody St. Nicholas, Tom Staley, Terry Adams and Frank Gadler as the boys in the band. I.e. only two of those who carried the band on through the following decades. And only one, imho, who could put the spontaneous and incredibly, musical humorous spark in the whole thing - the guy who could play with Carla Bley or Carl Perkins and still make the (non)sense that puts the whole thing right close to the human heart: Terry Adams. And despite the personnel changes, the band remained NRBQ - in music and spirit.

So please go on as NRBQ, Terry. Let the concept thrive and jive on. And, above all, let it keep you happy and healthy.